Desert Awakenings

Desert Awakenings Colloborating with equine facilitators to assist and restore peace and harmony. Workshops,one on one sessions,drumming circles, Native American traditions

I invite all those who are interested in awakening to spend time in the beautiful Sonoran Desert with the herd and I. Peace, calmness and tranquility are the words most used to describe my healing ranch, Desert Awakenings. After working as a social worker for 25 years using these principals, I am honored to share and reflect with others in an environment that supports our ability to awaken. Throug

h this process we remember what we already know. As an awakening guide I allow myself to be as a "hollow bone" letting spirit or energy run through me as an instrument to act as a guide only - allowing you to discover your own answers. I am not a counselor or therapist, I'm here to assist in the awakening process. I have found thru my native traditions and other spiritual practices a way that has awakened me if I practice these simple but profound principles. It started with my own searching and as they say "you only teach what you need to learn", thru my own self-discovery I was asked to share with others and have been humbled and honored to do so. In the last 7 years, I have incorporated my team members Tewa, xena and Stormy to assist in healing and opening hearts. These beautiful horses have healed my heart and I am excited to share their profound wisdom and healing abilities with you. We are looking forward to meeting you. Please come and join in this miraculous healing journey back to your true self with the assistance and guidance of Native American teachings and the sentient herd. Leave Desert Awakenings with the rememberance and peace of mind that you know what is best for you. When you discover your spirit you are able to see the spirit in others, henceforth having more compassion, making this world a better one.

06/01/2026

Through the Golden Season

She walks through the golden trees,
their leaves whispering secrets of the ancestors.
The river sings beneath her feet,
carrying stories of wind and sun,
of earth and time long past.

The horse beneath her feels the pulse of the land,
muscles strong, heart steady beneath her hands.
Its mane brushes the amber leaves,
and in her chest, a quiet awe
for the life that breathes around her.

The moon rises, silver and full,
casting light on the path she follows.
Each step becomes a prayer,
each breath a memory,
each moment a gift from the Earth itself.

Through the golden season she rides,
free yet tethered to the soul of the land,
her spirit entwined with wind and water,
her heart echoing the strength
and gentle wisdom of the world.

🎨 Art by Serin Alar
🖊️Poem: Piahn

05/28/2026

Sunfire Companion

Beneath the glow of amber sun,
I rest my forehead against the white horse,
its breath a quiet hymn
that flows into the marrow of my bones.

Feathers brush my hair,
and in their rustle
I hear the voices of those who came before,
their whispers etched in wind and flame,
their teachings carried in light and shadow.

Orange butterflies drift like memories,
soft and fleeting,
between past and present,
between heart and earth,
weaving the threads of lineage
into a living tapestry.

In this sacred pause,
time folds gently,
and I feel the pulse of continuity,
the quiet strength of kinship,
the promise that all who came before
still walk beside me
in the warmth of the sun and the hush of the world.

05/23/2026

Where the Horse Keeps Her Sorrows

The white horse came to her
on a quiet moon night,
when the rivers were sleeping
and even the wind spoke softly.

He lowered his head beside her
as if he already knew
the weight she carried inside.

“Why do you walk
with so much sadness in your spirit?”
the horse asked.

The girl touched his silver mane
and answered:

“Because I have loved deeply.
Because I have lost things
I cannot call back.”

The horse stood silent for a long while.

Then he said,

“The earth loses the leaves every autumn,
yet spring still returns.
The moon disappears,
yet she always finds her way back to the sky.”

The girl closed her eyes,
listening.

His breath was warm as cedar smoke.
His heartbeat sounded
like distant drums beneath the mountains.

“My people once believed,”
the horse whispered,
“that sorrow is not meant
to be carried forever.
You must place some of it
into the hands of the earth.”

So she leaned her forehead against his,
and little by little,
her grief flowed out
like rain returning to the soil.

The stars watched quietly.

And before dawn arrived,
the horse spoke once more:

“You are not alone, daughter of the earth.
Even wounded spirits
still deserve to run free.”

🎨 Art by Serin Alar
🖊️Poem: Piahn

05/20/2026

Horse Spirit

She lowers her face
to the horse’s warm breath,
and the autumn light
wraps them in gold.

No words pass between them—
only trust,
soft as wind through dry grass,
deep as hoofprints
in ancient earth.

The horse carries strength.
The woman carries prayer.
Together,
they listen to the same spirit
moving through trees, fire, sky,
and the quiet road home.
🎨Artist and storyteller: Elvis Becker
🙏🙏 You can find the purchase link in the comments below each image. Or just send me a message with the picture you like, and I will send you the direct product link!

05/19/2026

Rivers of the Fire Wind

The wind bends but never breaks,
It carries the pulse of the unseen.
Each step hums with the drum of patience,
Each pause holds the weight of ancestors' care.

Fire gathers where the heart leans,
Threads of courage weave in silence.
Promises rise like smoke into the sky,
And the spirit bends but does not yield.

The circle turns in shadows and light,
Wisdom hums beneath the breath of earth.
Every heartbeat strikes a hidden drum,
Every pause sings the song of paths.

Strength flows with the quiet current,
Eyes closed, listening to the rhythm of being.
Patience gathers in the hush of time,
And every step is a step toward the sacred.

🎨Artist and storyteller: Dorothy Vera

05/16/2026

What happens when we stop assuming animals should obey us?
(Short answer: a lot more magic than chaos.)

For generations, the story was simple:
Animals listen, humans lead.
That was the rule.
Or at least… the expectation.

But more and more, people are starting to question that old script.
Not because they’ve gone “soft,”
but because they’ve noticed something honest:

Obedience is not the same as trust.
Compliance is not the same as connection.
And an animal doing what they’re told isn’t the same as an animal who wants to be with you.

So what actually happens when we let go of the idea that animals exist to follow orders?

You start to see their personalities.
Their opinions.
Their sense of humor.
Their boundaries.
Their brilliance.

A horse who used to shut down when pressured begins to show curiosity.
A dog who was always scolded for “disobedience” suddenly feels safe enough to learn.
A cat who seemed aloof reveals they’re actually sensitive — just tired of being misunderstood.

When we stop demanding obedience,
we make room for relationship.

And here’s the part most people don’t expect:
Animals become more willing, not less.
Because now the pressure is gone.
The fear is gone.
The tightness in their body is gone.
And what’s left is real partnership — the kind you can’t force even if you tried.

Dropping outdated norms doesn’t make animals wild or unruly.
It makes them authentic.
It makes them expressive.
It makes them feel like participants instead of possessions.

And honestly?
It makes us better, too.

So the next time an animal doesn’t “obey,”
try swapping the thought “they won’t listen”
for the question,
“What are they telling me?”

You might just discover a whole new world hiding in their “no.”

05/11/2026

The Rider's Journey

Beneath the stars, we ride,
With the pulse of the earth beneath our feet,
Carrying the songs of a thousand nights,
Whispers of the wind that never cease.

The spirit moves in every breath,
A river that flows through time and sky,
Where the past and future meet,
And every heartbeat echoes the call of the wild.

We are the dreamers, born of light,
Our path is woven in the threads of fate,
As we ride toward the horizon,
Where the world dissolves, and we become the flame.

In our silence, there is strength,
In our journey, we are free,
For the earth is our home,
And the stars are the stories we carry.

🎨Artist and storyteller: Dorothy Vera

04/29/2026

To that first horse.
The one that changed our lives...
Thank you.

Forever Cowgirl♥️

Address

Sonoran Desert
Phoenix, AZ

Telephone

+14804891925

Website

Alerts

Be the first to know and let us send you an email when Desert Awakenings posts news and promotions. Your email address will not be used for any other purpose, and you can unsubscribe at any time.

Contact The Business

Send a message to Desert Awakenings:

Shortcuts

Share